Aeon Amadi
Maverick Conflict Solutions
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Posted - 2012.07.28 09:24:00 -
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Power. That's all that ever came to mind upon my birth. Be it crossing enemy lines to rain hell among those that were deemed the enemy - or being the forerunner of a rescue operation. Whatever the purpose, I was always there. With every twitch of the controls my engines burned, not sputtered, in response. Everything that I breathed was pushed out as ionized oblivion.
This particular organic, clad in computerized and mechanized metal as he may be, needed that power. I didn't judge his ambitions, his goals.. They didn't matter to me. All that mattered was the sheer destructive force housed within everything that I were. The twin missile launchers attached to the sides were modified specifically for my hull - refurbished as it were. I had seen countless battles and I was about to be unleashed once more to strike fear into the hearts of this man's oppressors.
The RDV loosed it's cloaking device - immediately taking three of the four rounds from a stationary missile installation across the front-line. Superficial at best. The electronic hiss ceased upon the successful drop and my landing platforms automatically deploy for safe landing. Even this pause was too much to bear, I was impatient and ready to be unchained - to fly and send blazing death about those that thought they could compete.
In an instant roar of afterburners blazing against the dust my driver had engaged the engines at full, propelling us upward and forward. I was ready. More than ready, words could not describe the algorithmic anguish that I intended for them. Within an instant my frame was ushered toward the enemy, I could see them scatter like rats with the braver souls staring directly at my magnificence.
An unintended change in the thrusters causing a slight shift to the right, air bursting from the chassis to push my body to starboard. No matter, it was but a small set-back.. What was this..? Acceleration brought us beyond the battlefield and into a zone that was deemed unsafe, inhospitable and completely devoid of life for hundreds of miles.. I ran a diagnostic check over the computer systems to check for failure - this couldn't be the correct path..
As soon as the diagnostic was completed there was another change, returning to the battlefield. My artificial mind was put at ease, but this was short lived. Soon I found myself perched atop of a tower and over-looking the warzone that raged beneath. This.. Made no sense.. It was then that the pilot exited the vehicle and climbed into the portside gun, aiming down at one of the Null Cannons that fired upon my brother - The Cestus.
Be it psychosis this man possesses? His comrades are beneath him, fighting and dying for the war he too persists in avoiding! I spewed out subtle remarks in my own computerized function - whirring as it may be in my endless protest of this cowardice. He fired blindly at distant foes, only made aware to him by my automated awareness functions.. This was sickening, I felt chained - leashed, everything that were my intent completely abused for this man's own fruitless efforts.
The time spent at this was aching, wearing away at my manufactured sanity. Had I legs I would have run, had I hands I would have smothered him for this insult. Though there was some hope as I witnessed what could have been a gift from the heaven's.. An opposing dropship inbound, and not stopping.. It was horrifying, and sensors immediately detected the trajectory analysis of the vessel, approaching with such speed as to make his intent very clear.. Collision..
Down I fell, watching as my occupant saved himself with inertia dampeners - clawing at the air while falling to what normally would have been his death.. That which was now mine.. The ground rose slower than I had anticipated but it was no bother.. I was free once more, for the final time.. The pipes passed by mere centimers, and my last victim was claimed by sheer chance - choosing a haphazard position to relay orders to that which would have exacted them..
I was free.. |
Aeon Amadi
Maverick Conflict Solutions
1003
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Posted - 2012.07.28 09:38:00 -
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Mmkk333 wrote:Aeon Amadi wrote:
The RDV loosed it's cloaking device - immediately taking three of the four rounds from a stationary missile installation across the front-line. Superficial at best. The electronic hiss ceased upon the successful drop and my landing platforms automatically deploy for safe landing. Even this pause was too much to bear, I was impatient and ready to be unchained - to fly and send blazing death about those that thought they could compete.
You forgot the part where the RDV hits a lamp post, flips over, and crushes the "organic clad in metal"
Will probably include that in the Story of a Break Dancing Tank. |